Momma
Please watch your children
The storms of life are a bit perplexed
Out of sadness mere madness
Tulips
Cut the cake everyone can have a slice
Yet some who are in our midst aren’t worth to partake
Their stake in claim is evil fate
Blow out the candles now
The time is getting late
Shadows block the figment of my imaginative thought
Once a soul is saved it can’t be bought
Save a slice for grandma as she lay sick in bed
The night of the living dead
Savor this dear moment in our Peyton Place
Some call it mourning others claim it as fate
The hurt inside is what we must confess
A trust of togetherness
Wake the dead